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[saucy_dryad]

There is a storm rolling in. Thunder is grumbling and grousing in the distance, and the air is heavy and still. The quality of the light is astonishing. It is half-six, and just past sunset; with the haze and the clouds and the fading sun, the light is a rosy-orange-grey. Freaky, to be sure, but gorgeous.


at least it the sky doesn't have a green cast. *shudder* I will never, but NEVER stop being terrified of tornadoes. you can take the girl out of Wisconsin...